the hand that plucked the rose just because hand liked it. It was soft, bright and beautiful. You stared at it for hours, you liked its scent, you loved its colour. Next day, found it has thorns too. It's not as perfect as you thought. The hand got another flower and the same hand threw the rose away to dry, die and rot alone. #Collab and share what someone meant to you. #formeyouwere #rose #hand #you #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba